just the right suit(or)

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i finally get that feeling of i am with you but only until the one i would rather truly be with comes along. the you do not fit the mould but i am making an exception feeling. we all have our type deep down. he probably looks and feels kinda similar to the last one that broke, stole or opened your heart and no one can change that. you liked the way he felt under your touch, in your arms, beneath your lips and between your legs. you miss all those stupid little habits that you hated so much but adored about him. you loved the way he moved in his body and spoke his mind and every extra hair that he had on his body was just right. his hands moved so poetically and his soft femininity turned you on when his hairy chubby round body made love to you like a man.

and despite your eager scanning wherever you go, you can’t seem to find a replacement for your perfect human fit. 

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